Carrot Cake Complications
A lonely birthday gets spiced up by a surprise birthday cake delivery. Oh and a bunny becomes a blimp
Living alone didn't usually bother Ken. He wasn't a very social person to begin with, and he could always invite friends over when the odd urge to socialize struck. But that also meant that you didn't have anyone to celebrate your birthday with if everyone was busy. Unfortunately for the bunny, that was exactly the situation he found himself in. He couldn't help but feel a little gloom as he ate the pasta bowl he picked up from the pizza place down the street from his apartment. With his attention focused on the video playing on his computer monitor, he barely heard the knock at his door. He shuffled his office chair backwards from his desk and set his bowl down.
It was only a short walk to his door, being a single bedroom apartment and all. When he opened the door, only the hallway greeted him. He was about to shut his door again when he noticed there was a box sitting at his doorway. He didn't remember ordering anything, but his curiosity won out and he picked up the box and took it inside. There was a note attached, but no name was signed anywhere. Swirling, cursive handwriting simply said, "Happy Birthday, Ken."
He wondered why no one had told him they were sending him a cake, but he wasn't about to complain about free cake. He opened the box and recognized the cake inside. It was fairly simple, just a big carrot made out of frosting in the middle, white icing, and a decorative orange swirl around the edge. He was checking it out in the grocery store baking department a few days ago. Whichever one of his friends sent him the cake knew him better than he thought.
He grabbed a knife from his drawer and sliced the cake into eight neat pieces, scooping one of them out of the box and onto a paper plate before biting into it. The cake was moist, sweet, and had that familiar spice taste he associated with grocery store carrot cakes. Of course there was very little actual carrot in it, if any at all. Still, the cake was delicious, and he tore through the first piece without even thinking about it.
His sweet tooth demanded more, and so, he grabbed another slice, trying his best to savor this slice a little more. He'd really have to find out who got him this and thank them, it was the best carrot cake he'd ever tasted. After finishing the second piece, he licked the icing off his lips and sighed, feeling mostly satisfied. Mostly was the key word there, because his eyes still lingered on the remaining six pieces, staring hungrily down at them.
No. He wasn't about to eat his entire birthday cake in one sitting. Even as he told himself that, he had another slice on his plate and was happily munching away on it, forkful by forkful. He started to feel a little bloated after the third piece, which did deter him from grabbing another slice for a few minutes. That was, until his stomach settled and he grabbed another slice anyway. He had no idea what was happening, it was like he could just keep eating more and more of it. Ordinarily he'd start to feel sick, but the spicey, sweet carrot cake just felt so comforting to him.
By the time he finished the entire cake, his belly felt like it was full to bursting, and strained the waistband of his jeans a bit. He didn't even want to think about how many calories was in the thing. With his stomach so full, he walked into his living room and lay on the couch, hoping that his stomach would settle some. Laying down there felt good, and the pain began to fade. He started to doze off, lulled to sleep by the full, satisfied feeling in his gut and the warm rays of afternoon sunlight spilling in through his windows. That was, until he started to feel a weight resting on his belly.
His sleepy eyes snapped back open and he looked down to see that nothing was laying on his stomach at all. It was his stomach itself that looked bigger, hiking up the hem of his shirt to expose his cream colored belly. His ordinarily flat, trim belly started to take on a potbelly sort of look before filling out more and more fat. He panicked and sat upright with a start, watching in awe as the weight of the fat made his gut sag a bit. He prodded a paw against it, and felt his belly bounce back against it. It was soft, fuzzy and warm against his paw. He couldn't believe it was real, just how fattening was that cake anyway?
He realized that it wasn't just his belly that was starting to pack on the pounds. His legs felt heavier and flabbier, straining the denim of his jeans. His shirt began to ride up his belly until it only barely covered his flabby, soft chest. Even his arms felt heavier as he reached up to pull the tight shirt off. He heard a loud rip echo through the silent apartment, and realized he could feel the couch cushions against his asscheeks.
He couldn't really do anything but just wait and see how much it would progress. At first he wished it would stop, but now all he wanted was for his jeans to rip off so his legs could get some breathing room. Another few moments later, and he felt his bottom half grow again. He pushed the tatters of his jeans off his legs and sighed, spreading them apart. His gut sagged so low that it rested in his lap, resting heavy between his spread legs, completely covering his crotch. By now, his ass filled out the entirety of his couch and he could hear it creaking and complaining underneath his mounting weight. When he brought his flabby arms down to try and heft his belly up, he found he didn't have the strength to lift it. Whether it was him being unused to the weight of his arms or the sheer weight of his belly, he didn't know.
The creaking of the couch got louder and louder, and with a loud snap, he fell the legs of the couch give way and he was left sitting on the floor. His massive rear completely covered the cushions now. Even after his couch collapsed under his weight, he still felt himself getting heavier. His stomach covered a good portion of the floor in his living room now, and he couldn't even think about standing with the weight he was packing in his rear and stomach. All he could do was recline against the wall as he looked over the mass of flab and rolls he accumulated.
It had to have been an hour since the growth started, and as suddenly as it began, it stopped. He was left a blimp of a bunny, too heavy to stand, he could barely move at all. He was so physically drained by the experience that he felt himself drifting off, oddly at ease with how heavy he felt.
When he woke up, he was laying on the remnants of his couch. Only, instead of being the blimp he was hours ago, he was back to his normal weight. He would've pegged it as a dream if he wasn't lying on the cushions of his busted couch surrounded by the tatters of his shredded clothes. He stumbled into his room and flopped onto his bed, completely nude and let himself drift off to sleep again. He'd have to find out who gave him that cake... and maybe ask for another one.